I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!!! =D
Alice POV
"MARY ALICE CULLEN!" Renesmee shouted, "YOU SUCK SO BAD! GREG'S PROBABLY DEAD!"
"Nah." I snorted, "He's not dead…. He's in a coma. There IS a difference Nessie."
Renesmee sighed and lied down on the bed. "So it's my turn right?"
"Yup-see-doodles!" I squealed and bounced around the room, excited.
"Alice." Renesmee said menacingly. "Truth… OR… Dare?"
"DARE!" I giggled and waited for my request.
"I dare you… to lick some old guy's feet and tell him you're his slave FOR LIFE!!!"
I stared. No way. No way. NO WAY!!! Some old people have WARTS on their feet for God's sake!
"Let's get this over with…" I grumbled as we walked out of the house.
Then I saw him. An old man. Wait, not old. Ancient.
Please don't have warts on feet, please don't have warts on feet!
"Hey little youngster!" The man called. Ha, I could be his mother. "How would you like to take a trip to my place!"
Nessie waggled her eyebrows at me, and I grimaced.
"Sure." I said sweetly. "By the way, I AM YOUR SLAVE FOR LIFE!"
He stared at me. Poor old guy. Maybe he would have heart failure and die.
Edward rolled his eyes. Ugh. Bella was so lucky she didn't have to share her thoughts.
"OK THEN!" The man yelled. "NOW… LETS GET A ROOM!"
"Sure." I said, resisting the urge to gag. "But first…"
"What is it Slave?" He said impatiently.
"I WANT TO LICK YOUR FEET!" Holy Poo! Did I just say that out loud!
He looked surprised, but then excited.
"Well, that's a first." He said as he peeled off his socks.
I looked at my family anxiously. All of them, especially Emmett, was trying hard not to laugh and ruin the show.
Oh. My. God.
How can you have acne on your freakin' feet? Well, this guy did. And toe hair. And some kind of waxy thing. Well, at least he didn't have war- OH CRAP THERE ARE LIKE 1000 WARTS ON THIS GUYS TOE!"
I leaned down and licked his feet.
He shivered and giggled. Oh dear God, I was going to need some therapy.
After another agonizing 5 seconds of licking his disgusting warty feet, I was free.
We all ran to the back of a warehouse, where Emmett just about busted a gut.
"Oh man!" He cried, "You- wart- lick- HAHAHAHAH!" He was "dying" of laughter.
"Emmett." I said slowly. "Truth or Dare."
